July 2014 archive

Lemon Sugar Cookie Sandwiches

Lemon Sugar Cookie SandwichesToday is my 27th birthday. And while there’s nothing particularly special about the 27th year of one’s life, I think year 27 was a pretty fantastic one. Crazy, yes. But also fantastic.

In my 27th year, I survived my first full year of parenting. 365 days. And I was mama to an adorable tiny person for all of them. My almost-two-year-old is still alive, healthy, and happy (well, most of the time, anyway…cue melodramatic meltdown of the day). Am I now a parenting expert? Not by any stretch of the imagination. But I think I’ve earned the title of “mom who finally has some idea of how this parenting thing works” in my 27th year. Success.

Lemon Sugar Cookie SandwichesIn my 27th year, I held down the home front while my husband was in Afghanistan for a nine-month deployment. Our house was still standing when he returned. Our child was still alive (see above). I retained the majority of my sanity. And I finally learned exactly who I am and what I’m capable of. Oh, and I made some crazy amazing friends who made those months a lot more bearable. Deployments have a way of bringing people into your life just when you need them the most. I’m looking at you, Kelly and Hannah!

In my 27th year, I had the sweetest reunion of my entire life to date. A nine-month separation really has a way of reminding you of all of the reasons you love someone!


Zucchini Bread

Zucchini BreadI love the city. The people. The sights. The sounds. The hundreds of takeout options. The endless list of activities available within just a few blocks of my front door.

I love being able to walk everywhere.

I love buying my wine from a wine store and my bread from a bakery, both run by local merchants and both on the same street, within walking distance of my apartment.

And yes, I even love my 750-square-foot apartment filled with IKEA furniture and “vertical storage solutions.”

Zucchini BreadBut I’m going to level with you here. Sometimes, I miss the suburbs. Mostly, I miss paying less than $5 for a gallon of milk, which is a virtual impossibility within the confines of the city.

Which is why, every Tuesday, the tiny person and I hop in the car and make the 20-minute drive to Staten Island.


No-Churn Vanilla Ice Cream

No-Churn Vanilla Ice CreamIce cream.


Can you have one without the other?

No. The answer is clearly no.

No-Churn Vanilla Ice CreamI love ice cream. I love homemade ice cream even more. But believe it or not, I do not own an ice cream maker.

Shocker, right?

It’s been on my wish list for years now. But alas, the ice cream maker still eludes me. As does kitchen storage space. The struggle is real, friends.

(Totally unrelated fact: my birthday is at the end of the month. July 25. The Kitchen Aid ice cream attachment would be ideal. No need to gift wrap.)


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